Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Strings Attached ❯ Part 3: New Discoveries ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Nova Starlight 
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.12.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 287 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.12.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 287 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE or any of its characters
“Strings Attached”
By: Nova Starlight
Part 3: New Discoveries
From the next day on it seemed that the awkwardness between the two detectives had simply disappeared. Drake had woken up at JJ’s apartment with a smile on his face, hearing the sounds of the shower from the next room. He had been expecting to feel awkward and panicked like the first time, but all of that anxiety was gone. He and JJ had breakfast in a corner diner, not far from JJ’s apartment and they were able to make small talk and joke around as if nothing had happened the night before. Drake left from the diner to return home and get ready for another day at work.
When the pair arrived at work, they were immediately assigned a new case and sent off to a crime scene. It seemed they slipped back into their old routine effortlessly. As they worked on their new case they spent their days doing paperwork, looking over evidence, and joking around the same way they had before their kiss on the rooftop. In fact, Drake still found himself attempting to guard JJ at every turn and keep more and more distance between JJ and Dee. When work was finished for the night, the two detectives were exhausted and returned to their respective apartments for much needed rest. Both were looking forward to having some time off.
Finally, it seemed that he and Drake would be able to have a day off. As JJ walked into the office he saw that Drake was putting on his coat. “Hey Drake!” he called out cheerfully as he entered the room. When he turned to JJ with a smile, he had to admit that he was a little surprised by the way his heart thumped in his chest. He could feel the color flooding into his face and could only hope that Drake would not notice. “So, do you have plans for tomorrow?”
Drake looked away and seemed instantly nervous. When he looked back at JJ he was smiling brightly and replied, “Uh…I was just thinking about seeing a movie.“
JJ was instantly suspicious. Why did Drake seem so nervous? He moved closer to Drake, blocking his path to the door. “Well, do you mind if I tag along?” He watched as Drake looked away again and ran his hand through his hair. JJ had been his partner for long enough to know something was up, but what was it? It was like the day after their first time all over again. He had thought everything was fine between them, was Drake having doubts?
Then, Drake looked back into his eyes and said, “Sure, you want to meet up somewhere for lunch first?”
JJ had to admit he was a little surprised by the response; he had been expecting Drake to make some sort of excuse. He guessed that in the end he got what he wanted and should not question it, but he could not stop feeling like something was off. He tried not to let it worry him and simply said, “Sounds great, the diner by my place okay? Maybe around noon?”
Drake reached around to the handle on their office door and pushed in the lock. Then he quickly turned to and planted a quick kiss on JJ’s lips before replying, “Sounds good, I’ll see you there.” JJ was so stunned from that quick little kiss that he was unable to respond as Drake opened the door and exited their office. “I guess that means Drake isn’t having doubts,” he thought to himself.
The next day, JJ and Drake ate at the diner near JJ’s apartment and JJ found that his mind was constantly processing everything Drake did; he was still trying to figure out what Drake had been trying to hide, if he was hiding anything at all. JJ sighed as the waitress came back to refill their drinks. Was he just being paranoid? When she walked away he asked, “So, what movie were you planning on seeing?”
The question should have been simple, but Drake’s response indicated he had been flustered by the question. “I guess I didn’t have any preference…what do you want to see?”
He could spend the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what was wrong on his own but was not sure if it would really get him anywhere so he decided to be direct. “Drake,” he began, “I barged in on your plans for today. If you did not want me to tag along you could have just said so.”
When Drake heard that last statement, his gaze snapped back to JJ’s face to see how upset and hurt he looked. “Look, JJ that’s not it…you see…ah Hell!” He ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath before he continued, “You promise not to laugh?”
The look of hurt on JJ’s face was gone and replaced by one of confusion. “Why would I laugh?”
Drake chuckled softly to himself and said, “You’ll see.”
…
When the cab stopped in front of a rundown brick building with a nondescript entrance, JJ found his curiosity was overflowing. What was in this building that had been Drake’s original plans for this afternoon and why did Drake think he would laugh when he knew? Upon further inspection, he noticed that the front of the building had what looked like a crude ticket window. He stood silently by as Drake walked up to the window and asked for two tickets and handed cash to the older man inside. “What kind of a movie theater is this?” he asked himself. Then he felt Drake’s hand grab his and gently pull him along into the building.
When they entered the building, he heard himself gasp. The interior was a deep red accentuated with old fashioned lights that lined the walls and outlined what looked like a concession counter. Drake dropped his hand and walked to the concession counter without a word. Had he just realized that he had been holding it? He overheard Drake ordering two sodas and some candy, but his focus was the scenery and people around him.
The people he noticed standing around were mostly couples, men and women, holding hands and embracing. Most of these couples were older, generally middle aged. When Drake returned, he was unable to stop himself from asking, “What is this place?”
Drake smiled and said, “They show old movies here, it’s funded by a historical society and run by some local seniors. They show a movie every weekend and when I have the time off, I stop by.” JJ was not sure what to say. He had never known that Drake was a movie buff, especially old movies. What else did he not know about the man he worked with day in and day out. He considered both this place and the bar that Drake frequented, it seemed that Drake was a man nostalgic for a time that was long since passed.
“So..” JJ began softly. “Why did I have to promise not to laugh?”
Drake was unable to keep the blush from his face when JJ asked the question. “Well, they are not just old movies…but…they are musicals.”
“Musicals?!” JJ exclaimed.
“Yeah, like Fred Astaire movies with music and big dance numbers,” Drake responded with a deepening crimson face. JJ suppressed his urge to giggle but could not hold back his beaming smile. Drake liked to go to some hole in the wall theater on weekends, to watch musicals. He was pretty sure that he would never have believed it if he had not seen it with his own eyes. “I can tell by the look on your face that you want to crack a joke, so go ahead and get it out of your system,” he continued after a few moments of silence.
JJ laughed lightly and proclaimed, “You spend every weekend watching musicals and you swear you’re not gay!” He watched Drake blush and look down at his feet. Then he patted Drake lightly on the back and said, “Ok, I’m done poking fun at you. Let’s go watch a movie.” Drake was glad that was all JJ had to say on the subject and with a sigh followed JJ into the screening room to find a seat. During the movie, Drake found his focus was not on what was happening on screen but on JJ sitting so close beside him.
How long had it been since he had brought someone with him to this cinema? He had to wonder what JJ’s past relationships had been like. Had they gone to the movies and held hands like any other couple? The music began to play and he felt JJ rest his head on his shoulder. His knee jerk response was to move away but he took a deep breath and remained as he was. Then he felt JJ’s hand brush his as he reached for the cup of soda positioned between the two of them. He felt his pulse quicken in response and he tried to calm himself down. Was he always going to be this jittery around JJ? He felt like a thirteen year old boy on his first date. He had to wonder what JJ was thinking during all of this.
JJ had to admit that he had been skeptical about the idea of watching a musical with Drake but he found himself quickly sucked in by the movie. Watching the dancers on film reminded him of seeing acrobats at the circus. Without thinking he became entranced by what he was watching and laid his head on Drake’s shoulder. When he heard a small gasp from Drake he froze. “Oh No!” he thought to himself. “Did I make Drake uncomfortable?” When Drake became very still, he could feel himself smiling. Maybe he should play with Drake just a little. He allowed his hand to brush gently over Drake’s, that seemed to clench the armrest.
He wanted to giggle at the response he elicited from the man next to him. He could tell that Drake was nervous and he enjoyed how shy he seemed to be. It made him feel like he was on a first date in high school, well more like college. He thought back to those days and how he would never have been able to ask another boy out on a date back then. He did not manage to muster up that sort courage until he was halfway through college.
He pushed those memories away and found his keen eyes observing the other couples in the theater. As he looked around he noticed they all seemed to be embracing each other in one way or another; some holding hands, some with their arms wrapped behind the shoulder of the one they were with. How long had he yearned to be embraced, loved, cherished? How long had he wasted his life waiting for Dee to notice him? As the thought entered his mind, his mood dampened. He subconsciously sighed and felt Drake respond by placing his hand over his. They remained that way until the movie had finished and the lights came back on in the screening room.
When they exited the building, they began walking down the sidewalk in a comfortable silence. JJ felt lighter than air and could not remember a better afternoon in a long time. He could not understand it himself, he was supposed to be hopelessly in love with Dee, heartbroken by his rejection. Was it possible to be over him already?
Drake stopped walking and asked, “So…what did you think of the movie?”
“I’ll be honest with you,” he started off, and with a long pause for effect continued, “It was pretty amazing.”
Drake laughed and retorted, “I guess its official, you’re gay.”
JJ grabbed Drake and playfully shoved him against the side of the building they were walking by, “And what exactly does that make you?” he asked.
Drake’s eyes widened and he could not seem to stop himself from leaning forward and moving closer and closer to JJ before he simply replied, “Mildly curious.” The way his voice became breathy and he found himself leaning towards JJ caught him a little off guard. He quickly pulled away and began walking again. “So…you have any other plans for today?” Drake asked in hopes of getting back to their casual conversation.
“No, I’m all yours,” JJ responded.
Drake felt the blush rise in the cheeks and then waved down a passing taxi. They entered the taxi and JJ heard Drake give the cabbie the address of his apartment. This was going well, JJ had known from the moment he had asked to join Drake yesterday that he wanted to be with him again, and being at Drake’s apartment that was much more likely to happen. Would Drake be the one to initiate, or would he have to be the aggressive one, once again.
Unfortunately for JJ, when they arrived at his apartment, Drake seemed determined to stamp out the sexual energy building between them. JJ just could not understand it, what was Drake thinking. He had kissed him yesterday, almost kissed him today, why was he avoiding this desire between the two of them? Like the night when they had sex for the first time, the pair were sitting on the couch, drinking beers. Drake turned on the television but it was mostly just background noise as they sat together and talked.
JJ looked at Drake and began, “So, I have to ask, when did you start liking musicals?”
“I guess when I was a kid,” he replied. “My mom and Dad used to love them, that and my mom showed them to me as a way to get me interested in dance classes.”
“Dance classes?!” JJ had to wonder if there would be any more surprises today, because he was not sure he would be able to hold back laughter at the thought of Drake taking dance classes.
“Well, it wasn’t just dance classes,” he insisted quickly. “My Dad was a cop and my Mom worked full time, so they wanted me and my sister to have activities after school so that we weren’t latchkey kids. Let‘s see…I also took karate, swimming lessons, played basketball, basically anything to keep us busy in the afternoons until Mom could get off work.”
“So, you took ballroom dance lessons?” JJ asked.
“Yeah,” Drake mumbled, still embarrassed by having revealed this information to JJ in the first place. What had he been thinking? Would JJ tell everyone they worked with? Oh, the ribbing he would have to endure if he did. He guessed there was just something about JJ that put him at ease, made him feel like he did not need to keep secrets from him. Maybe it was because they were both keeping a secret together. JJ sat beside him on the sofa with one of his legs tucked under his lap, turned to face Drake as they talked with a bright and beaming smile on his face. The now familiar response occurred, his heart beat seemed to thud in his ears, his pulse quickened. He wanted to kiss him, had wanted to since seeing him hours before. Should he make the first move and just kiss him?
JJ could not believe how much Drake’s shyness and embarrassment was turning him on. This type of guy was never what he sought after; always looking for the over-confident playboy…someone like Dee. Now, he found himself wanting to draw that confidence out of Drake, make him realize just how sexy and charming he was being at this moment. He moved closer to Drake and asked, “So were you good at it?”
“At What?” Drake countered nervously.
JJ could not hold back his laughter at the question and simply said, “Dancing, were you a good dancer?”
Drake smiled and seemed to beam with confidence as he answered, “Are you kidding? I was one of the best dancers in the class. I always got to dance with Mrs. Lopez; the smoking hot dance teacher.”
“Oh really,” JJ mused. “Then I have a request, dance with me.” JJ noted the shock on Drake’s face but continued, “Come on, I’ll let you lead.”
“You’ll let me lead? Funny, its never been a thing I had to compete for before.”
JJ laughed and stood up in front of Drake. He grabbed his hands and pulled him to standing. “Please,” he pleaded softly. Drake looked down at the floor, and mumbled something so softly, JJ could barely understand him. “What did you say?”
Drake cleared his throat, “I said, do you really want me to dance with you?”
It had all started as a joke for JJ, another way to elicit a response from his goofball partner. Now, he could say honestly that he did want to dance with Drake. “Yes,” he replied with the earlier mocking absent from his tone. Drake looked up at him and smiled with a crimson color flooding his face for the umpteenth time that day. It seemed that he would have a perpetual blush while JJ was around. He removed his hands from JJ’s grasp and walked over to the other side of the room. JJ watched as Drake pushed the bed into one corner of the room and then came over and pushed the couch where they had been sitting against the wall. Then he walked over to the stereo and began to rifle through CDs and tapes. With his back to JJ he asked, “What kind of dance are you interested in?” JJ could feel his blood temperature rising. Did Drake realize how husky his voice had become? He wanted to suggest dancing in the sheets but somehow the seriousness left him silent. “I guess slow dancing is easier to teach,” Drake continued when he received no response from JJ. Then he heard slow music playing from the speakers.
Drake turned and walked up to him, taking his hand he led him wordlessly to the center of the floor. When he finally spoke, his tone would have seemed very business-like to anyone else, but JJ could tell that there was a tenderness there, that he was trying to hide. “Take your right arm, and place it around my neck,” He instructed. “Then give me your left hand.” Drake could feel every nerve in his body tingling and felt a small shock at the touch of JJ’s hand. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and struggled to get a hold of himself. He was overreacting, JJ just asked him for a dance to be playful, and he was getting turned on. What was going on with his
As Drake gave more instructions, JJ felt himself seem to lose focus and his gaze became fixated on Drake’s mouth. He wanted him, bad, and he could not explain the intensity of his desire. “Have you been listening?” he finally heard through the fog.
“Sorry,” he apologized with a breathy whisper.
“Just watch my feet, and relax,” He said with a somewhat sad looking smile on his face. JJ looked down and as Drake’s right foot stepped back he moved forward with his left. JJ had never danced like this, but he found that as he attuned himself to Drake, he seemed to know just what step to make next. As he became lost in their movements together, he barely registered the changing music as they danced through one song after another. “Did anyone still dance like this?” he thought to himself. He was usually the pursuer, but now he found himself being swept off his feet. It was sweet and romantic and a little sexy, the way Drake seemed to have complete command of his body.
“Are you sure you never took lessons?” Drake asked intruding into the comfortable silence between them. JJ shook his head and was surprised when Drake suddenly spun on his heel and let JJ dip back. “If you never took lessons, you are one hell of a natural,” Drake assured him. In that second as he held JJ in his arms, he could no longer hold back his desire to kiss him. JJ moaned and the hand around Drake’s neck, quickly worked its way into his soft hair.
Drake pulled JJ back up on his feet and broke their kiss, he stepped back to regain his composure. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I did not bring you back to my apartment, just to have my way with you.” JJ slowly closed the gap between them and brought his hands to caress Drake’s face.
“What if I want you to have your way with me?” JJ asked
Drake took in the way JJ stood in front of him, his eyes closed, almost as if he were waiting for Drake to attack him. His hand came up and laid over one of JJ’s and then slowly traced its way down JJ’s arm and then slid down his side, moving to his hips. He saw JJ open his eyes and stare into his own, but he was unfazed. His arms then wrapped around his hips and drew JJ in for a kiss. This time, he moved them towards the bed as he kissed with all the passion and fire that had been building in him all day. He slipped his tongue into JJ’s sweet mouth and began to feel that fire within him intensify. JJ’s moan of pleasure had almost a pleading tone to it.
As JJ collapsed back onto the bed, he was quick to grab hold of Drake’s shirt and tug it over his head. As soon as he sent the shirt flying, his hands went for the fly of Drake’s jeans, but he found them pushed away. “Is that how it always is for you?” Drake asked in surprise. He felt Drake gently push him down and his hands slid under JJ’s shirt. “I like to move a little slower.”
“Oh God,” JJ thought to himself as he allowed his head to fall back onto the bed. Here he had thought that Drake was a bumbling goofball that he would have to seduce at every turn. Now, he found that Drake was the one who was seducing him. He felt shivers going through his body as Drake’s rough palms continued their exploration of his body. He became swept up in the sensations and found himself clinging to Drake as they kissed and their bodies moved against each other.
When Drake pulled away for a moment to grab some lubricant and a condom, JJ instantly felt the absence of his heat. Drake applied the lubricant to his fingers and JJ rolled over so that Drake could prepare him, and he was not disappointed. Drake’s fingers moved gently inside of him, and JJ could feel his control slipping away. He buried his face into the sheets that smelled of Drake’s cologne. He could feel his climax coming and it took all of his control to hold back. “Please,” he pleaded, “I want you inside me.”
Drake heard those words and had never been more excited. No one had ever seemed to respond to him the way JJ did. Something about that fact made him want to give him more, make him feel more, and satisfy him completely. His hand made its way under JJ and when pressed against his chest pulled him back so that Drake’s chest pressed against his back. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered into JJ’s ears; then grabbed onto his hips and brought him down on to his throbbing cock.
JJ’s control snapped and feeling Drake inside of him at that moment he could no longer hold back his responses. He screamed Drake’s name and began to move his hips, wanting, needing, more. He could have sworn he heard his name from Drake’s lips in a breathless gasp, but it was probably the haze of his lust. The rhythm they built together may have started slow but increased to a frantic pace.
Drake had to admit that he never felt anything like being with JJ. He was so wild and passionate that Drake was overwhelmed. Feeling that tightness and heat, he could not control himself. He had been honest when he told JJ he had not invited him here to have his way with him, but he could not deny how much he wanted this. He had nearly climaxed at hearing JJ scream out his name and he was not sure how much longer he could hold on. He allowed one hand to slide from JJ’s hip and move to his aching dick. At the touch, JJ could no longer hold back and as Drake stroked him, he came onto the bed. Feeling JJ’s release in his hands, and the way his climax seemed to crash through his body, he found his own release.
When he pulled out, he found himself laying in his bed next to JJ with a grin on his face. “Are you all right?” he asked in a breathless whisper.
“Ask me later,” JJ responded. “I can’t think right now. To be honest, I‘m not sure if I can move.” Then his eyes drifted closed and he slipped into a restful sleep.
When JJ woke up, it was dark outside and he was laying on the couch and not the bed. He looked over and saw Drake was sitting on the floor reading a book. Drake seemed to have noticed that he had awoken and smiled at him brightly. “Sorry about putting you on the couch, I needed to change the sheets,” he explained.
Seeing Drake there smiling at him, JJ felt so happy it was indescribable. “Oh, just what have I gotten myself into?” he asked himself.
To Be Continued…
Author’s Notes:
I hope everyone loves this new chapter as much as I do and I can’t wait to get started on the next one. Hope to update soon, and thanks for all the positive reviews.
“Strings Attached”
By: Nova Starlight
Part 3: New Discoveries
From the next day on it seemed that the awkwardness between the two detectives had simply disappeared. Drake had woken up at JJ’s apartment with a smile on his face, hearing the sounds of the shower from the next room. He had been expecting to feel awkward and panicked like the first time, but all of that anxiety was gone. He and JJ had breakfast in a corner diner, not far from JJ’s apartment and they were able to make small talk and joke around as if nothing had happened the night before. Drake left from the diner to return home and get ready for another day at work.
When the pair arrived at work, they were immediately assigned a new case and sent off to a crime scene. It seemed they slipped back into their old routine effortlessly. As they worked on their new case they spent their days doing paperwork, looking over evidence, and joking around the same way they had before their kiss on the rooftop. In fact, Drake still found himself attempting to guard JJ at every turn and keep more and more distance between JJ and Dee. When work was finished for the night, the two detectives were exhausted and returned to their respective apartments for much needed rest. Both were looking forward to having some time off.
Finally, it seemed that he and Drake would be able to have a day off. As JJ walked into the office he saw that Drake was putting on his coat. “Hey Drake!” he called out cheerfully as he entered the room. When he turned to JJ with a smile, he had to admit that he was a little surprised by the way his heart thumped in his chest. He could feel the color flooding into his face and could only hope that Drake would not notice. “So, do you have plans for tomorrow?”
Drake looked away and seemed instantly nervous. When he looked back at JJ he was smiling brightly and replied, “Uh…I was just thinking about seeing a movie.“
JJ was instantly suspicious. Why did Drake seem so nervous? He moved closer to Drake, blocking his path to the door. “Well, do you mind if I tag along?” He watched as Drake looked away again and ran his hand through his hair. JJ had been his partner for long enough to know something was up, but what was it? It was like the day after their first time all over again. He had thought everything was fine between them, was Drake having doubts?
Then, Drake looked back into his eyes and said, “Sure, you want to meet up somewhere for lunch first?”
JJ had to admit he was a little surprised by the response; he had been expecting Drake to make some sort of excuse. He guessed that in the end he got what he wanted and should not question it, but he could not stop feeling like something was off. He tried not to let it worry him and simply said, “Sounds great, the diner by my place okay? Maybe around noon?”
Drake reached around to the handle on their office door and pushed in the lock. Then he quickly turned to and planted a quick kiss on JJ’s lips before replying, “Sounds good, I’ll see you there.” JJ was so stunned from that quick little kiss that he was unable to respond as Drake opened the door and exited their office. “I guess that means Drake isn’t having doubts,” he thought to himself.
The next day, JJ and Drake ate at the diner near JJ’s apartment and JJ found that his mind was constantly processing everything Drake did; he was still trying to figure out what Drake had been trying to hide, if he was hiding anything at all. JJ sighed as the waitress came back to refill their drinks. Was he just being paranoid? When she walked away he asked, “So, what movie were you planning on seeing?”
The question should have been simple, but Drake’s response indicated he had been flustered by the question. “I guess I didn’t have any preference…what do you want to see?”
He could spend the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what was wrong on his own but was not sure if it would really get him anywhere so he decided to be direct. “Drake,” he began, “I barged in on your plans for today. If you did not want me to tag along you could have just said so.”
When Drake heard that last statement, his gaze snapped back to JJ’s face to see how upset and hurt he looked. “Look, JJ that’s not it…you see…ah Hell!” He ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath before he continued, “You promise not to laugh?”
The look of hurt on JJ’s face was gone and replaced by one of confusion. “Why would I laugh?”
Drake chuckled softly to himself and said, “You’ll see.”
…
When the cab stopped in front of a rundown brick building with a nondescript entrance, JJ found his curiosity was overflowing. What was in this building that had been Drake’s original plans for this afternoon and why did Drake think he would laugh when he knew? Upon further inspection, he noticed that the front of the building had what looked like a crude ticket window. He stood silently by as Drake walked up to the window and asked for two tickets and handed cash to the older man inside. “What kind of a movie theater is this?” he asked himself. Then he felt Drake’s hand grab his and gently pull him along into the building.
When they entered the building, he heard himself gasp. The interior was a deep red accentuated with old fashioned lights that lined the walls and outlined what looked like a concession counter. Drake dropped his hand and walked to the concession counter without a word. Had he just realized that he had been holding it? He overheard Drake ordering two sodas and some candy, but his focus was the scenery and people around him.
The people he noticed standing around were mostly couples, men and women, holding hands and embracing. Most of these couples were older, generally middle aged. When Drake returned, he was unable to stop himself from asking, “What is this place?”
Drake smiled and said, “They show old movies here, it’s funded by a historical society and run by some local seniors. They show a movie every weekend and when I have the time off, I stop by.” JJ was not sure what to say. He had never known that Drake was a movie buff, especially old movies. What else did he not know about the man he worked with day in and day out. He considered both this place and the bar that Drake frequented, it seemed that Drake was a man nostalgic for a time that was long since passed.
“So..” JJ began softly. “Why did I have to promise not to laugh?”
Drake was unable to keep the blush from his face when JJ asked the question. “Well, they are not just old movies…but…they are musicals.”
“Musicals?!” JJ exclaimed.
“Yeah, like Fred Astaire movies with music and big dance numbers,” Drake responded with a deepening crimson face. JJ suppressed his urge to giggle but could not hold back his beaming smile. Drake liked to go to some hole in the wall theater on weekends, to watch musicals. He was pretty sure that he would never have believed it if he had not seen it with his own eyes. “I can tell by the look on your face that you want to crack a joke, so go ahead and get it out of your system,” he continued after a few moments of silence.
JJ laughed lightly and proclaimed, “You spend every weekend watching musicals and you swear you’re not gay!” He watched Drake blush and look down at his feet. Then he patted Drake lightly on the back and said, “Ok, I’m done poking fun at you. Let’s go watch a movie.” Drake was glad that was all JJ had to say on the subject and with a sigh followed JJ into the screening room to find a seat. During the movie, Drake found his focus was not on what was happening on screen but on JJ sitting so close beside him.
How long had it been since he had brought someone with him to this cinema? He had to wonder what JJ’s past relationships had been like. Had they gone to the movies and held hands like any other couple? The music began to play and he felt JJ rest his head on his shoulder. His knee jerk response was to move away but he took a deep breath and remained as he was. Then he felt JJ’s hand brush his as he reached for the cup of soda positioned between the two of them. He felt his pulse quicken in response and he tried to calm himself down. Was he always going to be this jittery around JJ? He felt like a thirteen year old boy on his first date. He had to wonder what JJ was thinking during all of this.
JJ had to admit that he had been skeptical about the idea of watching a musical with Drake but he found himself quickly sucked in by the movie. Watching the dancers on film reminded him of seeing acrobats at the circus. Without thinking he became entranced by what he was watching and laid his head on Drake’s shoulder. When he heard a small gasp from Drake he froze. “Oh No!” he thought to himself. “Did I make Drake uncomfortable?” When Drake became very still, he could feel himself smiling. Maybe he should play with Drake just a little. He allowed his hand to brush gently over Drake’s, that seemed to clench the armrest.
He wanted to giggle at the response he elicited from the man next to him. He could tell that Drake was nervous and he enjoyed how shy he seemed to be. It made him feel like he was on a first date in high school, well more like college. He thought back to those days and how he would never have been able to ask another boy out on a date back then. He did not manage to muster up that sort courage until he was halfway through college.
He pushed those memories away and found his keen eyes observing the other couples in the theater. As he looked around he noticed they all seemed to be embracing each other in one way or another; some holding hands, some with their arms wrapped behind the shoulder of the one they were with. How long had he yearned to be embraced, loved, cherished? How long had he wasted his life waiting for Dee to notice him? As the thought entered his mind, his mood dampened. He subconsciously sighed and felt Drake respond by placing his hand over his. They remained that way until the movie had finished and the lights came back on in the screening room.
When they exited the building, they began walking down the sidewalk in a comfortable silence. JJ felt lighter than air and could not remember a better afternoon in a long time. He could not understand it himself, he was supposed to be hopelessly in love with Dee, heartbroken by his rejection. Was it possible to be over him already?
Drake stopped walking and asked, “So…what did you think of the movie?”
“I’ll be honest with you,” he started off, and with a long pause for effect continued, “It was pretty amazing.”
Drake laughed and retorted, “I guess its official, you’re gay.”
JJ grabbed Drake and playfully shoved him against the side of the building they were walking by, “And what exactly does that make you?” he asked.
Drake’s eyes widened and he could not seem to stop himself from leaning forward and moving closer and closer to JJ before he simply replied, “Mildly curious.” The way his voice became breathy and he found himself leaning towards JJ caught him a little off guard. He quickly pulled away and began walking again. “So…you have any other plans for today?” Drake asked in hopes of getting back to their casual conversation.
“No, I’m all yours,” JJ responded.
Drake felt the blush rise in the cheeks and then waved down a passing taxi. They entered the taxi and JJ heard Drake give the cabbie the address of his apartment. This was going well, JJ had known from the moment he had asked to join Drake yesterday that he wanted to be with him again, and being at Drake’s apartment that was much more likely to happen. Would Drake be the one to initiate, or would he have to be the aggressive one, once again.
Unfortunately for JJ, when they arrived at his apartment, Drake seemed determined to stamp out the sexual energy building between them. JJ just could not understand it, what was Drake thinking. He had kissed him yesterday, almost kissed him today, why was he avoiding this desire between the two of them? Like the night when they had sex for the first time, the pair were sitting on the couch, drinking beers. Drake turned on the television but it was mostly just background noise as they sat together and talked.
JJ looked at Drake and began, “So, I have to ask, when did you start liking musicals?”
“I guess when I was a kid,” he replied. “My mom and Dad used to love them, that and my mom showed them to me as a way to get me interested in dance classes.”
“Dance classes?!” JJ had to wonder if there would be any more surprises today, because he was not sure he would be able to hold back laughter at the thought of Drake taking dance classes.
“Well, it wasn’t just dance classes,” he insisted quickly. “My Dad was a cop and my Mom worked full time, so they wanted me and my sister to have activities after school so that we weren’t latchkey kids. Let‘s see…I also took karate, swimming lessons, played basketball, basically anything to keep us busy in the afternoons until Mom could get off work.”
“So, you took ballroom dance lessons?” JJ asked.
“Yeah,” Drake mumbled, still embarrassed by having revealed this information to JJ in the first place. What had he been thinking? Would JJ tell everyone they worked with? Oh, the ribbing he would have to endure if he did. He guessed there was just something about JJ that put him at ease, made him feel like he did not need to keep secrets from him. Maybe it was because they were both keeping a secret together. JJ sat beside him on the sofa with one of his legs tucked under his lap, turned to face Drake as they talked with a bright and beaming smile on his face. The now familiar response occurred, his heart beat seemed to thud in his ears, his pulse quickened. He wanted to kiss him, had wanted to since seeing him hours before. Should he make the first move and just kiss him?
JJ could not believe how much Drake’s shyness and embarrassment was turning him on. This type of guy was never what he sought after; always looking for the over-confident playboy…someone like Dee. Now, he found himself wanting to draw that confidence out of Drake, make him realize just how sexy and charming he was being at this moment. He moved closer to Drake and asked, “So were you good at it?”
“At What?” Drake countered nervously.
JJ could not hold back his laughter at the question and simply said, “Dancing, were you a good dancer?”
Drake smiled and seemed to beam with confidence as he answered, “Are you kidding? I was one of the best dancers in the class. I always got to dance with Mrs. Lopez; the smoking hot dance teacher.”
“Oh really,” JJ mused. “Then I have a request, dance with me.” JJ noted the shock on Drake’s face but continued, “Come on, I’ll let you lead.”
“You’ll let me lead? Funny, its never been a thing I had to compete for before.”
JJ laughed and stood up in front of Drake. He grabbed his hands and pulled him to standing. “Please,” he pleaded softly. Drake looked down at the floor, and mumbled something so softly, JJ could barely understand him. “What did you say?”
Drake cleared his throat, “I said, do you really want me to dance with you?”
It had all started as a joke for JJ, another way to elicit a response from his goofball partner. Now, he could say honestly that he did want to dance with Drake. “Yes,” he replied with the earlier mocking absent from his tone. Drake looked up at him and smiled with a crimson color flooding his face for the umpteenth time that day. It seemed that he would have a perpetual blush while JJ was around. He removed his hands from JJ’s grasp and walked over to the other side of the room. JJ watched as Drake pushed the bed into one corner of the room and then came over and pushed the couch where they had been sitting against the wall. Then he walked over to the stereo and began to rifle through CDs and tapes. With his back to JJ he asked, “What kind of dance are you interested in?” JJ could feel his blood temperature rising. Did Drake realize how husky his voice had become? He wanted to suggest dancing in the sheets but somehow the seriousness left him silent. “I guess slow dancing is easier to teach,” Drake continued when he received no response from JJ. Then he heard slow music playing from the speakers.
Drake turned and walked up to him, taking his hand he led him wordlessly to the center of the floor. When he finally spoke, his tone would have seemed very business-like to anyone else, but JJ could tell that there was a tenderness there, that he was trying to hide. “Take your right arm, and place it around my neck,” He instructed. “Then give me your left hand.” Drake could feel every nerve in his body tingling and felt a small shock at the touch of JJ’s hand. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and struggled to get a hold of himself. He was overreacting, JJ just asked him for a dance to be playful, and he was getting turned on. What was going on with his
As Drake gave more instructions, JJ felt himself seem to lose focus and his gaze became fixated on Drake’s mouth. He wanted him, bad, and he could not explain the intensity of his desire. “Have you been listening?” he finally heard through the fog.
“Sorry,” he apologized with a breathy whisper.
“Just watch my feet, and relax,” He said with a somewhat sad looking smile on his face. JJ looked down and as Drake’s right foot stepped back he moved forward with his left. JJ had never danced like this, but he found that as he attuned himself to Drake, he seemed to know just what step to make next. As he became lost in their movements together, he barely registered the changing music as they danced through one song after another. “Did anyone still dance like this?” he thought to himself. He was usually the pursuer, but now he found himself being swept off his feet. It was sweet and romantic and a little sexy, the way Drake seemed to have complete command of his body.
“Are you sure you never took lessons?” Drake asked intruding into the comfortable silence between them. JJ shook his head and was surprised when Drake suddenly spun on his heel and let JJ dip back. “If you never took lessons, you are one hell of a natural,” Drake assured him. In that second as he held JJ in his arms, he could no longer hold back his desire to kiss him. JJ moaned and the hand around Drake’s neck, quickly worked its way into his soft hair.
Drake pulled JJ back up on his feet and broke their kiss, he stepped back to regain his composure. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I did not bring you back to my apartment, just to have my way with you.” JJ slowly closed the gap between them and brought his hands to caress Drake’s face.
“What if I want you to have your way with me?” JJ asked
Drake took in the way JJ stood in front of him, his eyes closed, almost as if he were waiting for Drake to attack him. His hand came up and laid over one of JJ’s and then slowly traced its way down JJ’s arm and then slid down his side, moving to his hips. He saw JJ open his eyes and stare into his own, but he was unfazed. His arms then wrapped around his hips and drew JJ in for a kiss. This time, he moved them towards the bed as he kissed with all the passion and fire that had been building in him all day. He slipped his tongue into JJ’s sweet mouth and began to feel that fire within him intensify. JJ’s moan of pleasure had almost a pleading tone to it.
As JJ collapsed back onto the bed, he was quick to grab hold of Drake’s shirt and tug it over his head. As soon as he sent the shirt flying, his hands went for the fly of Drake’s jeans, but he found them pushed away. “Is that how it always is for you?” Drake asked in surprise. He felt Drake gently push him down and his hands slid under JJ’s shirt. “I like to move a little slower.”
“Oh God,” JJ thought to himself as he allowed his head to fall back onto the bed. Here he had thought that Drake was a bumbling goofball that he would have to seduce at every turn. Now, he found that Drake was the one who was seducing him. He felt shivers going through his body as Drake’s rough palms continued their exploration of his body. He became swept up in the sensations and found himself clinging to Drake as they kissed and their bodies moved against each other.
When Drake pulled away for a moment to grab some lubricant and a condom, JJ instantly felt the absence of his heat. Drake applied the lubricant to his fingers and JJ rolled over so that Drake could prepare him, and he was not disappointed. Drake’s fingers moved gently inside of him, and JJ could feel his control slipping away. He buried his face into the sheets that smelled of Drake’s cologne. He could feel his climax coming and it took all of his control to hold back. “Please,” he pleaded, “I want you inside me.”
Drake heard those words and had never been more excited. No one had ever seemed to respond to him the way JJ did. Something about that fact made him want to give him more, make him feel more, and satisfy him completely. His hand made its way under JJ and when pressed against his chest pulled him back so that Drake’s chest pressed against his back. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered into JJ’s ears; then grabbed onto his hips and brought him down on to his throbbing cock.
JJ’s control snapped and feeling Drake inside of him at that moment he could no longer hold back his responses. He screamed Drake’s name and began to move his hips, wanting, needing, more. He could have sworn he heard his name from Drake’s lips in a breathless gasp, but it was probably the haze of his lust. The rhythm they built together may have started slow but increased to a frantic pace.
Drake had to admit that he never felt anything like being with JJ. He was so wild and passionate that Drake was overwhelmed. Feeling that tightness and heat, he could not control himself. He had been honest when he told JJ he had not invited him here to have his way with him, but he could not deny how much he wanted this. He had nearly climaxed at hearing JJ scream out his name and he was not sure how much longer he could hold on. He allowed one hand to slide from JJ’s hip and move to his aching dick. At the touch, JJ could no longer hold back and as Drake stroked him, he came onto the bed. Feeling JJ’s release in his hands, and the way his climax seemed to crash through his body, he found his own release.
When he pulled out, he found himself laying in his bed next to JJ with a grin on his face. “Are you all right?” he asked in a breathless whisper.
“Ask me later,” JJ responded. “I can’t think right now. To be honest, I‘m not sure if I can move.” Then his eyes drifted closed and he slipped into a restful sleep.
When JJ woke up, it was dark outside and he was laying on the couch and not the bed. He looked over and saw Drake was sitting on the floor reading a book. Drake seemed to have noticed that he had awoken and smiled at him brightly. “Sorry about putting you on the couch, I needed to change the sheets,” he explained.
Seeing Drake there smiling at him, JJ felt so happy it was indescribable. “Oh, just what have I gotten myself into?” he asked himself.
To Be Continued…
Author’s Notes:
I hope everyone loves this new chapter as much as I do and I can’t wait to get started on the next one. Hope to update soon, and thanks for all the positive reviews.